Chapter 231: The Strongest Sky Beast Master
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of war drums that resounded through the sky echoed between heaven and earth, accompanied by unwilling roars and growls. The void was torn apart as easily as a piece of paper, and majestic figures with the clear sky above their heads and the boundless earth under their feet appeared one after another. Each figure possessed the astonishing power to suppress the ages.
Ding~
A majestic bell sounded, like waves crashing against the shore, like raging waves hitting the soul, and like stars falling to the ground, shaking the heaven and earth. A huge bell flew across the sky, and nine phoenixes and six phoenixes spread their wings and flew out from the bell wall. A dazzling divine rainbow swept across the world.
A shocking battle broke out. A big star fell from the sky, but in the next moment, it was shot up by a magic spear. The continuous mountains were held in someone's palm and turned into a big seal, but it was soon shattered.
In an instant, the sky turned upside down, the stars moved, and being in the middle of it, one could not even tell whether it was the sky or the earth under one's feet. But soon, the eyes were covered by a huge hand that covered the sky, and everything fell into endless darkness.
“…”
The red-gold flame burned in his skull, and his ignorant consciousness carefully observed everything unfamiliar around him. Soon, the hearty laughter from the heart attracted him.
"Hahaha!"
It was a little man so tiny that he found it unbelievable. Although it was the first time he saw him, the first sight of this little man gave him a sense of closeness that was both familiar and strange.
What is he laughing at? He seems very happy.
What was he happy about?
Because of my birth?!
boom--
Countless mud, sand, and rocks rolled down like a landslide as he tried to raise his arm. However, just by raising one arm, he was overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling of weakness. All the strength in his body was drained, and the spiritual fire in his skull dimmed.
"Um?"
The arm that froze in mid-air and then fell heavily soon attracted the boy's attention. His laughter stopped immediately. He rode the strong wind, stepped on the clouds and mist, and landed on the arm that he had just tried to lift.
He quietly stared at the little man who was not even as big as his finger joint, lowered his head to look at his arm carefully, then raised his head and looked at him, a bit of distress appeared on his face, but soon, his still somewhat childish facial features smiled again, looking confident.
"Don't worry, your problem right now is that your spiritual power is too weak to control your current body. Let's take it slow. I will strengthen your spiritual power."
Although the little man spoke a language he had never heard before, he understood it. There seemed to be an innate connection between them.
"But don't move now, just sit there, you will have a chance to move around later!"
Can’t move anymore?!
While he was thinking, he watched the little man fly up from his arm again and land at his feet. Then a soft warmth came from his feet, and the fatigue and weakness that had just emerged from raising his arm were largely dispelled.
But this power was too weak. Although it seemed to be very lasting, it would take a long time to recover. He wanted to lean forward and look down at what the little man was doing.
But he remembered that he had just raised his arm, and the feeling of weakness that followed made him dare not move anymore, and the red-gold soul fire in his skull trembled slightly.
The villain gave him serious instructions and warnings, making him understand that given his condition, it would be best for him to do nothing now. It would be best for him to be like Xuanwu and remain motionless for thousands of years.
Xuanwu?
What is Xuanwu?
Why do I know Xuanwu?
Confusion, bewilderment, and the emptiness of not knowing where to find answers, all kinds of emotions surged up in his mind, making him feel more uncomfortable than the weakness and powerlessness he had just felt when he almost ran out of strength to raise his arms.
"Don't let your imagination run wild. Just stay here quietly. If you really have nothing to do, I'll ask you later if there's a method of cultivation that's suitable for you."
The young man's clear voice came from under his feet. Although the little man was right at his feet and he couldn't even see it, his voice seemed to come from his ears.
For some reason, the boy's casual and nonchalant words had the power to soothe the soul, and the restless and swaying spiritual soul fire became stable.
“What a hassle!”
At this moment, at the feet of the revived giant, the young man stood on the crack of the giant's calf armor, with the deep red soul power in his hand flashing, attracting the spiritual energy and injecting it into it, turning the rocky part into spirit inch by inch.
Feng Qing'an saw all the performances of the revived giant. He could only say that one should not have too high expectations. The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
The seemingly powerful giant, judging from the results of combat power assessment alone, is even stronger than Heishan, Senmiao and Minglong. However, his actual performance is that of a paper tiger with an empty shell.
Although he had a huge body that could overlook thousands of mountains and hills, it was so difficult for him to even lift his arms, let alone stand up. Of course, Feng Qingan didn't expect this now, after all, the giant was still petrified below his calves.
Feng Qing'an could understand this. After all, this giant was at least at the same level as Dong Huang when he was alive. With such a huge body endowed with spirituality, if he wanted to make it move, the spiritual power of a mere great demon would not be enough to drive it. It would have to be at least at the king level.
Feng Qing'an could understand that it was simply the loss of spirituality and insufficient accumulation of spiritual power that made him unable to move. He was mentally prepared because this kind of small problem could be slowly eliminated as long as he was given time, and it might even allow this giant to surpass his previous life.
But the problem that really made Feng Qing'an feel upset was that after such a long time, this giant, under the nourishment of his soul power, regained his spirituality and the intelligence that was born was still influenced by his previous life.
At the moment its spiritual intelligence was born, it was obvious that it had obtained some extremely special "inheritance" from the remains of this giant, just like Minglong.
After being endowed with intelligence, he also obtained the inheritance of his original body, but that was too incomplete, or even useless, dragon inheritance.
Minglong had a great innate sense of spiritual deficiency and dissatisfaction, and instinctively pursued knowledge to fill this void. This also created a martial arts god armor that was extremely obsessed with martial arts and gradually mastered various skills.
This kind of "inheritance" obviously has a trap. It was only by chance that it brought positive feedback to the Nether Dragon. God knows what kind of impact the "inheritance" obtained from the original body of this giant will have on him.
Feng Qing'an only knew that this guy sensed and touched something at the moment of birth, but he couldn't , although the intelligence of this giant was nurtured by his soul power.
"well!"
The young man couldn't help but sigh. According to his most ideal plan, even if this giant skeleton had intelligence, it might not have complete thinking. It would be like a newborn baby, a blank piece of paper that he could manipulate at will.
But now it seems that this beautiful expectation has completely failed. When the other party was first born, he not only had thinking due to the influence of the original body, but also had a high level of autonomous consciousness.
Now Feng Qing'an can only hope for the "inheritance" bestowed by the original body of the giant skeleton, and hope he doesn't let it go too far. The innate influence requires acquired efforts to correct, and it may not succeed.
Of course, there is also good news. Feng Qingan can feel that the consciousness of this giant has been very close to him since its birth, which does not let down his hard work of nurturing it with his soul power day and night.
In addition, there is a natural connection between the giant and him. Although it is not as obvious and direct as the soul contract, it allows Feng Qing'an to vaguely feel the joys and sorrows of the giant's thoughts.
This gave Feng Qingan a rather subtle feeling. It was like some kind of extension of him, but it had its own independent thinking, just like his offspring?
Pooh!
What nonsense are you thinking about!
Feng Qing'an quickly pulled his wandering thoughts back to focus on the present, and injected his soul power into the petrified bones under his palm.
The most urgent task now is to let this giant have his own legs first, and not make him a cripple without even legs. Then wait until his whole body has spirituality, and see if any changes will happen.
Taking into account the worst outcome, if there is no special change, then wait until he condenses the tenth soul contract, and then give it to the contract. At that time, the Supreme Body of All Spirits will surely be further transformed.
After the successful establishment of the soul contract, the feedback is two-way. Every time he is promoted, he can bring many benefits to the creatures with whom he has contracted. It's just that he progresses too slowly, so this feedback is not obvious. Instead, he has been waiting for feedback and getting stronger by doing nothing.
"That's all for today. If you're really bored, read some Taoist scriptures!"
When the soul power that filled his body was consumed to less than one-tenth of its peak state, Feng Qing'an stopped. If it were not for special circumstances, he would never let his soul power be consumed to this extent.
As for the Blazing Sun Tree, well, let it starve for a while. I don’t have time to take care of it right now. It won’t die anyway. Before the Longbo Giant can stand up and move freely, all soul power must be poured into him.
"Taoism scriptures?"
The giant was quite confused, but Feng Qing'an didn't waste any words with him and directly moved a stack of Taoist scriptures over. Although the words on them were as small as mosquitoes, it was no problem for to flip through the Taoist scriptures.
Although the difference in size is too great, he is not a creature of flesh and blood in the conventional sense. After all, he does not even have eyeballs, but perceives everything around him through his spiritual soul fire.
It would be a bit too much to call him the White Bone Spirit, but that's not accurate either. Stone Spirit? That's not right either, he has a suit of armor on him that is integrated with him, and he can even control the energy of the netherworld. In short, this is an extremely complex and special spiritual being.
If we were to strictly subdivide it according to the definition of demons and monsters, this guy could be called a monster, because the other major categories could not summarize its existence in detail and could only describe part of it.
"Can you understand it?"
Feng Qing'an looked at the jade slips flying out in front of him and asked tentatively.
“…Yes, sure.”
A dull and deep voice sounded, as if he had not spoken or communicated with other beings for a long time. He spoke haltingly and seemed to stutter.
"Then you can watch it."
Feng Qing'an waved his hand in frustration. The question he asked just now was just a test. Now, the worst result has appeared. This guy can be said to be born with knowledge and can even understand the Taoist Canon.
Normally speaking, even for a well-read scholar, if he can finish reading the Taoist Canon without falling asleep, it is considered very good. Although it contains the insights of a practitioner of justice about the universe, one must also be able to understand it. If one cannot comprehend anything, it is just an obscure article.
“…”
The giant "looked" at the little man standing on the back of his hand in silence. He could feel that he seemed to be in a bad mood, but he didn't understand what he had done wrong, which made him a little overwhelmed.
"It has nothing to do with you. My expectations were too high at the beginning."
Compared to the giant's vague perception, Feng Qing'an, who can be said to be the key to the giant's resurrection, has a more thorough perception of it. To Feng Qing'an, the changes in the giant's emotions are like reading lines in the palm of your hand.
It is indeed unrealistic to expect that the newly born intelligence from a corpse with a long history will be a blank slate.
"Since you can understand the Taoist scriptures, just read them and don't think about random things."
Feng Qing'an gave some instructions and then walked away to another place. Now, of course, he had no intention of watering the Chiyang Tree, but instead sat cross-legged to practice.
He has already refined the feedback that Donghuang gave him when he was overcoming the tribulation. He is only one step away from condensing the tenth soul contract. When he completes the training of the Lord of Heavenly Beasts and contracts with the Longbo giant, he will undergo a transformation that will completely transform him.
The Great Cold is approaching, and the snowflakes falling from the sky are becoming more and more dense. It snows heavily in a good year, but when this heavy snow falls, it is particularly unbearable for ordinary people.
call--
During the Great Cold, the young man was not affected by the outside world at all. He sat cross-legged in the cave where the four seasons remained the same. Under the silent gaze of the towering giant, he was glittering and dazzling, as if enveloped by a halo of burning fire.
The tenth soul contract!
The young man had already opened his eyes before the scarlet spiritual ring was broken. Although a faint smile appeared on his face at this expected result, he was not too surprised.
"It's finally your turn."
Feng Qing'an did not delay. He stood in front of the giant, staring at the giant whose feet had not yet completed their spiritualization. Then, supported by the clouds and breeze, his body slowly rose to the center of the giant's eyebrows.
He stretched out his right hand and pressed it between his brows. He did not ask the giant whether he was willing to make a contract with him. The giant's spirituality was given by him, so how could he choose for himself?
